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A/N Thanks to Fred the Man, Airhead 121 and Ariauna for reviews on the last chapter. This one's for you.

Chapter 20

Ky's POV

I stared down at the parchment…my attention solely stolen by the graphic part, rather than the large bold words that surrounded it.

Like all magical images it moved, like a gif played on a high speed internet connection in the muggle world, fluid and unhindered. Yet, the surprise did not come from the wonder that was magical photography rather that the photograph was of me…well mostly of me. The face was definitely mine, I could ascertain for the fact as I saw it every day at least once in the mirror, I watched as my lips lifted into a smile and sinuously moved onto full on laughter..

The surprise came from what lay below the neck…I watched as the uniform clad figure posed seductively, with a hand on the right hip of the barely there skirt, the hand which quickly rose, undoing the buttons on the white shirt with ease and then pushing out the pink laced ample bosom with pride, a star tattoo on the highest point of the left mound. The fingers then trailed lithely down the firm tummy, suggestively hooking into the zip of the skirt…and the image restarted…

I didn't get to observe the show for the second time as the parchment was snatched from my hand and squashed just as quickly, Ron's large hands grabbing my shoulder and twirling me around and pushing me to the door.

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, turning back around and walking to the Gryffindor table, "I thought you wanted a second breakfast Ronald?" I added nonchalantly, ignoring the loud whispers and attentive eyes that followed my every movement.

I reached the table, striding towards Mi whose book lay long forgotten as she was waving her wand emphatically, pulling tens of parchments at a time over to her and stacking them together into a pile that magically disappeared. Godric knows where she was banishing them to.

I straddled the bench momentarily, righting my position as I swung my right leg over, facing forward amidst the chaos and grabbing the closes plate, which was loaded with bacon and picking out a particularly crisp one, the only thing I now allowed myself to process was that Harry had disappeared.

"Accio parchment."

I heard Neville timidly state, I laughed as instead of summoning the parchment he had enlarged it and my face now lay across his, Seamus and Dean's plates whereas my apparent breasts were covering Ginny and Bobby's forgotten bowls of porridge. I never noticed the words that surrounded the parchment, but the large gold letters glittered up at me now legibly reading, "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS" which shone above the photo, "SLAG?" which very eloquently and originally followed below the picture. Looks like they took a leaf out of the Ministy's wanted posters which made sense considering they were as fraudulent as them.

"Reducio!"

Shouted Seamus, who was barely paying attention to the spell as his eyes ogled the pink lace bra, which of course resulted on the enlarged parchment catching fire and I watched as my hair was set alight, the flame travelling fast down my supposed body.

"I got most of the ones on the Hufflepuff…KY!" Ginny squealed, ducking the stack of parchment she had behind her back as if I hadn't seen it, which would have been quite a feat considering that the parchment, much like my newspaper article last year, had rained down from every inch of the ceiling. How unimaginative.

"Ky! What are you doing here!" Mi screeched as she finally registered my presence, her right hand mechanically performing the wand movements as she stared at me in accusation.

I shrugged, "It's breakfast isn't it? I'm eating breakfast. I thought you placed a ban on my skipping the meal, being the most important meal of the day and all that smack. Right Ron?" I turned to my left but Ron was nowhere to be seen, I caught his flame red hair somewhere at the end of the Ravenclaw table as he manually collected what parchment he could get his hands on.

"Well…" Her face was red; she obviously was having great pains in trying to fix this situation. "Maybe you shou-"

Her brown eyes snapped away and she gritted her teeth, jumping over the bench in an athletic sort of way that I never thought Mi to be able to achieve and marching down the aisle between our table and the Claws, towards the door. "Elliot Scott cease that duplication charm this instant! Ten points from Ravenclaw!"

The little blonde boy squeaked in fear as she snatched the parchment from him, tearing it in the process and causing the boy to scatter backwards, running into the Entrance Hall away from Hermione Granger's wrath.

I snickered as I reached her, "I think you made him wet his pants."

"I'm confused…" Neville muttered at my shoulder, his eyes glued to the tiles, "I thought you would be angry."

Dean nodded, snatching a parchment from a passing first year, and I watched as he snuck a peak before he scrunched it into a ball. He saw me looking and he smiled guiltily at me. "Sorry…can't help it."

I scoffed, "Don't be sorry! That's an amazing photo, if I say so myself, the lighting was really doing wonders for my complexion right? And my hair actually looks like I brushed it and considering how often that happens, or should I say doesn't happen, that's actually quite the achievement. Plus whoever this girl is, she has quite the rack! I mean, talk about perky and this-"

"Wait! What do you mean whoever this girl?" Ginny asked out of breath, she looked like she just wrestled someone, there was shouts and scuffles all through the hall and I looked up to see the teachers table empty save for the corporeal body of Professor Binns.

"Well Ginevra, considering we have shared a room on more than once occasion, I am quite hurt that you can't tell that this is most definitely not my body. Aside from the fact that her skin tone is a shade or two darker, one could call her exotic while I'm merely just a boring tan colour. Secondly I most definitely do not have a star tattoo on my left breast and I would like to think that if I did think about permanently tainting my skin I would be a little more innovative than a five pointed ball of gas. Thirdly my breasts, which you would find are slightly bigger yet nowhere near as perky, this chick looks like she hit herself with a Cheering Charm that effects spread to her nip-"

"TAKE IT OFF!" We all snapped around, Bobby, who was curiously absent from all the kerfuffle, was now lying on top of Pansy Parkinson, her hands pelting the brunette whilst the skinnier of the two had her fingers fixed in Bobby's dirty blonde locks. Ginny and I stood in shock as Dean and Seamus seemed to emit a sound that was half gasp of shock and half yelp of laughter. Mi on the other hand sprinted to the two, Parvarti hot on her heels.

"Lavender! Stop!" Mi was pulling Bobby off Pansy, as I spotted Millicent and Tracey Davis quickly running over from their side of the hall…well this wasn't going to be pretty.

I heard a ripping sound which had me snap my eyes back to the fight and Ginny and Mi eventually managed to pull Bobby off Parkinson, who I now saw was sporting a shirt with the infamous parchment blazing across it. Someone seemed a little too prepared for the events that were occurring to claim innocence. This wasn't like Parkinson though, if she doctored the picture she most definitely put my face on the largest body she could find, definitely not a fit body that made it seem like it was actually my own.

"Nice shirt." I laughed, "Too bad you don't have the boobs to pull it off."

She scrambled up from the floor, her nose bleeding and launched herself at me, I side stepped and watched as she fell to the floor in yet another heap. She was this time aided to her feet by a long fingered hand, which didn't let her go as her legs straightened up and I smiled up at Sev who looked…fuck. He must have not used his antibacterial soap today because he was definitely coated with nasty germ like emotions, this one being uninhibited fury.

"Continue that movement Miss Bullstrode and I will have your mother in here faster than you can say 'fat disappointment for a daughter.'"

I barked out laughter and turned to see Millicent's hand frozen an inch away from my head, her unattractive face made even more so by its nasty expression as she contemplated Sev's words.

"You and Miss Parkinson will be coming with-"His and all our faces snapped around at the squeal.

"Oh hell yes!" I screamed, this was a dream come true…Marietta screamed as the porridge dripped from her curly mane and I watched as a second shot flew towards her best friend, hitting her right in her prim and proper face.

"K…K…Ky is n…n…not a sllllll-ag!" Angelique stuttered out loudly, the empty bowl of porridge in her trembling hands. Juliette looked at her sister in wide eyed wonder and then shouted as a splash of coffee hit her face, I raised a brow at Chang, I didn't think she had the balls to retaliate.

"FOOD FIGHT!" I didn't know who shouted it but I ducked as an array of breakfast food sailed above my head…was that a piece of chicken? We didn't even have chicken for breakfast.

"STOP! STOP THIS THIS INSTANT!" Minnie's eyes were bulging and everyone stopped at her amplified by magic voice, I stood on my tiptoes, trying to find the tall figure amidst the porridge drenched students. "EVERYONE IS TO LEAVE FOR THEIR MORNING CLASSES THIS INSTANT! AND TEN POINTS FROM EACH STUDENT WHO PARTICIPATED IN THIS CHAOS! DO NOT THINK I DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"

Sev flicked a bit of scrambled eggs off his shoulder, glaring down at Pansy, "In my office. I will meet you there. The rest of you, you heard the deputy headmistress. OUT." He snapped, "Bane." He added intending to hold me back, but I hadn't moved anyhow.

His onyx eyes glared as the students, now an array of different colours and odours made their way to the Entrance Hall, the chatter louder than when they first saw the picture.

I watched as Fil flicked his wand and the remainder of the parchment that littered the floor, and some that zoomed out of exiting boys pockets, and one red faced girls bag, arranged itself in a neat pile which disintegrated into ash with a second flick of his wand.

Minnie was next to us in a second, her glasses glinting as the sun shone happily through the window and she couldn't look more the opposite.

"Do you have any idea who is responsible for this?"

I shrugged, "No. I don't care either."

"Bane, this is not the time to act like you don't care! Your reputation is-"

"You think I care what anyone who actually thinks that's me on that paper thinks? Whoever did this was obviously trying to ruin me, and they obviously do NOT know me well enough because a little incident like this can barely set me back a moment's disappointment, let alone ruin me!"I laughed, "If they think that I care that the student body has apparently seen me without a shirt, then I definitely do not know them because anybody who knows me knows that I don't care about stuff like that." Sev raised his brows and I calmed him down with gesturing hands, "Not that I want them to know what I look like topless. I mean, the fact that the student body thinks they know what I look like without a shirt, isn't going to cause me sleepless nights because I know it's not me. Actually, I have no idea what the idiots were thinking, did you see the body on this girl, if anything this would-"

"Enough." Sev stated, jaw clenched, taking a deep breath. "Minerva, I will begin the interro…interviews. Even if Bane is not scarred by the act, it was still very much against school policy. Excuse me."

With a swish of his black cloak he was out the door.

"I will notify Igleby and Dianna on instructing the prefects to confiscate any and all remaining parchments they find," Mona added, grabbing me in a hug. "Jealous, jealous spiteful little children trying to hurt our Ky."

"They don't know our Ky though!" Pitched in Fil, smiling at me warmly, "Sticks and stones Ky, sticks and stones. You've got Dumbledore skin you have, Ministry been trying to ruin his reputation for ages, but what has it got them. Nothing and nowhere. I'm going to see who cast the charm on the ceiling; it definitely isn't the Weasley Twins like last time, that's for sure."

He walked off with a smile, leaving Minnie and I standing in the middle of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, "Are you sure you're OK Bane?"

I sighed, "Minnie Zia, six weeks ago I fell off a fifty foot bridge and if I wasn't lucky enough, I could have died, or worse, broken my back. Both my brothers are off fighting a lethal fusion of werewolf, vampire, house elf and wizard, Vez is in Russia doing Godric knows what and I haven't seen Nonno since I regained consciousness. All this seems a bit small in comparison, no?"

She sighed, rubbing my arm comfortingly, "Look at you…all grown up."

"I didn't want to." I shook my head, turning for the door, "The World seemed to have different plans though."

"Bane." She shouted after me, "You're not going to retaliate…are you?"

I laughed, "Did you see Sev's face. I don't think I'd have to do a thing." I smiled, "He really does care for me, doesn't he."

She smiled, walking me out the door, "He does. And so do I." She nodded, "And so does your grandfather. And so does Professor Babbling if you're late for her class."

I rolled my eyes, striding across the hall and up the stairs to Runes. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't curious as to who had pulled this whole stunt off, for one thing they doctored the image professionally, if I didn't know my body so personally I might also think it was me. I walked down the fourth floor corridor, planning to take the shortcut through the portrait of the Hula Dancing Wolf Pups which leads straight to the sixth.

I sighed as I saw a group of students waiting outside History of Magic, I spotted a girl still trying to rid her blonde hair of porridge with a disgruntled look on her face.

I walked past, ignoring the nudging and gasps, stopping suddenly when a figure stood in front of me. I recognised the boy by his eyes, the same blue as his sisters, his face pinched and his stature short, his brown hair in a neat side path. Davis.

His hands were clamped over the now unfortunately familiar parchment, which he positioned right in front of my chest, he tilted his head this way and that in apparent thought, "What do you boys think, better in real life or just a great picture."

His green tied friends guffawed and I sighed, side stepping him, knowing this was bound to happen. "Oy, Thornton, how much you willing to sell that pink bra of yours."

I carried on walking, almost reaching the portrait, "How about ten galleons? Twenty?"

"I'd pay thirty." Chided another male voice.

The corridor echoed with their laughter, "I'd pay a hundred for a live performance. Too bad you stopped at the skirt; I sure would like to know if the carpet matches the drapes."

More laughter, I reached my hand up to pet the wolf pup just left of the centre one, when I heard a shout.

I lazily turned my head, but I quickly followed the shout when I saw what was happening. Harry had Davis on the floor, and was pounding his fist into his face viciously. He stood quickly, stomping the boys face into the red carpeted floor, "What were you saying about a carpet you fucking-"

He stopped as one of the Davis' friends finally retaliated and hit him in the head, two hulking boys grabbing both his arms. He maybe older than them, but he was outnumbered.

Davis staggered to his feet, lamely punching Harry in the gut, not even making him flinch. Harry tried twisting his arms out of the boys' grip, and Davis seemed to remember he was a wizard, reaching in his pocket for his wand.

"Stupefy."

My spell hit the boy holding Harry's right arm and with the now free hand he punched the boy on his left. He dodged Davis' weak spell, grabbing him by the throat this time.

"Stop." My voice was soft but it got through to him and he did so.

"This fuc-"

I grabbed his free hand, ignoring the jolt of familiarity at the action and tugged, "Come with me."

His glare softened and he let go of the boy, he was lucky it was Binn's classroom, the ghost was reciting his lecture to the empty class, as all the students had not entered due to the exhilaration which was witnessing a physical fight. You'd think you won't see much of those in a magic school, but more often than not people dueled with fists rather than wands when angry.

I walked up the stairs, through the portrait, Harry following behind me. I stopped halfway up, the staircase was winding upwards and extremely narrow, you could only ascend one at a time. Not to mention it was void of any light.

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for this time Harry." I snapped turning around, "If you shoved your tongue down another girls throat, it would hardly matter now. You're single, remember."

I could see his emerald eyes glower up at me, "I should have killed that boy." He ignored my comment.

I scoffed, "Why? To defend my honour? And who are you to do that?"

He snarled, "You shouldn't have stopped me! How dare he say those things! I'll…I'll…when I find out who's done this…I'll…"

"Kiss them." I added, but the immature remark hurt me more than it did him. He was completely silent.

I sighed, I was sounding petty wasn't I? I thought I wasn't going to do that anymore. "Look, I have Runes now…"

"Are you OK?" His voice was small, it trembled slightly.

"This hardly is the worst thing to happen to me this year so far. Plus it's-"

"It's not you, I know." Of course he did, he probably knew better than anyone. Even in the darkness I felt his eyes rove up my body and my face flushed, "It makes me angry…" He whispered and I felt the moist air at my chest as I stood on the step above him, "So angry…that they think they know you like that."

I rattled out a breath, my mind was clouding over, I needed my leg to move, to step away but it was soldiered to the stair and my mouth ran dry.

"How could they think it was you…" I froze at the feel of finger tips on my wrist, "Your skin is like the softest sand, glowing…like sweetest honey."

His fingers wove into my own and my heart stopped, he lifted it and I didn't stop him, I felt his lips at my wrist pulse and my body shivered as he flicked the flesh with his tongue. Turn. Turn…pull back and turn…turn…just pull back.

I felt his lips ascend, higher and higher, forearm, hollow in front of elbow, arm…and it disappeared…just turn! Turn away.

I gasped…he bit into the flesh, through my white shirt, sucking at the mound through the cloth whilst his hand grasped my back softly, pulling me towards him…turn…tell him to stop…turn Ky! Turn!

Yet not a word left my lips…my knees trembled but my neck tilted backwards and I needed to say it…to make him stop…he had to stop…he had to…I wanted him to…

And as my fingers ghosted through his unkempt hair…I knew I was lying to myself…I wanted no such thing.

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